Tracie D'Angelo
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If My Dreams Were RealA Poem by Tracie D'Angelo28 May 2011 |
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My Writing MuseA Poem by Tracie D'AngeloDeep inside my headWhere only spiders dare to treadThoughts that are dark and sometimes hallowWhere sometimes I go to wallowMy muse meanders through t.. |
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My ShoesA Poem by Tracie D'AngeloCome to me my dearest childAnd let me gaze into your eyesMy how they shine this brilliant light Of hope Of innocence Of loveMy eyes must have shone.. |
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Arachne's WebA Poem by Tracie D'AngeloThe morning dew has settledAnd has gently laid tiny pearls of moisture Along the green grass blades Along the black, cold, rod iron gate Along the .. |
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BelieveA Poem by Tracie D'AngeloI look into your beautiful blue eyes childAnd I see so many possibilitiesI see laughter and kindnessI see yearning to belongI see innocent confusion a.. |
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At Arm's ReachA Poem by Tracie D'AngeloI treasure my dreams of youFor reality is so cold and emptyIn my dreamsI can reach out and lay a hand on your warm faceI can lightly brush my lips acr.. |
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To Reach YouA Poem by Tracie D'AngeloOver the expansive, mysterious oceans teaming with life in great mass to minute gypsies living in the cold and dark abyssOver the tallest, snow capped.. |
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A Soul To LoveA Story by Tracie D'AngeloA Soul To Love At first glance she noticed his greasy, ill-kept hair and his tousled clothing which hung on his skeletal frame with sweat. His ca.. |
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Just An ImageA Story by Tracie D'AngeloJust An Image Have you ever just stared into a mirror and looked at yourself as you truly are? It’s absurd to think that we can see ourselv.. |
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Paradise LostA Story by Tracie D'AngeloParadise Lost He has been an occupant for over six months. Alone he lives in his exile. He is warm. He is sheltered from the miseries of life. No.. |
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